TITLE: Temporary Girlfriend (19/20)
PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy
DISCLAIMER: Women’s Murder Club does not belong to me. The characters do not belong to me. They are the property of James Patterson, 20th Century Fox Television and ABC. I have no problems with that as long as I can borrow them for short bursts and use them in pursuit of my own enjoyment. I am not trying to infringe. Though, I don’t know why anyone has a problem with fan fic. After all, it really is a compliment. If anyone wants to write fan fiction about my book, feel free.

(Lindsay’s POV)

There were two fairly adequate signs that Cindy wasn’t walking out on her. One was that she was in Cindy’s apartment, so where would she be going? The other was that, when Cindy kicked something in the semi-darkness and quietly muttered a rather colorful curse and Lindsay cracked an eye open to watch her step out of the room, Cindy was wearing only a t-shirt.

With those assurances in mind, Lindsay didn’t stir much, only rolling over and stretching in anticipation of Cindy’s pending return. It wasn’t as immediate as she would have liked for it to be. She could hear Cindy moving around in the other room. There was some curiosity as to what she might be doing, but it wasn’t enough to actually motivate her out of the bed to investigate.

After a few minutes, each of which seemed longer than its allotted sixty seconds, Lindsay battled her growing impatience by leaning over the edge of the bed and fishing her jeans from where they had landed near the footboard. She found her cell phone in the pocket and turned it on, then lay back on her pillow flipping through the missed calls.

“Expecting someone more important than me?”

Lindsay moved the phone aside to reveal Cindy, leaning in the doorway, the old worn t-shirt barely hitting the tops of her thighs, looking tousled and infinitely sexy, and she tried, to no avail, to remember the question she’d just been asked.

“Can I have some of that?” she eyed the offering in Cindy’s hand.

Cindy smiled and walked the bottle of water over. Lindsay propped up on her elbow to take it. She was in the midst of a drink attempt when Cindy climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips. Somehow she managed not to choke on the water already in her mouth, and carefully swallowed.

Cindy slid the phone from her other hand and dangled it before her.

“Calling someone?”

“Just making sure Jacobi didn’t need anything,” Lindsay responded, setting the water on the bedside table, freeing the hand so both would be available to run up Cindy’s thighs.

“And?”

“Apparently not. About a dozen calls between Jill and Claire though.”

Her fingers broached the barrier of Cindy’s t-shirt, sliding over the silky smooth skin of Cindy’s hips, thumbs dipping inward teasingly, though whether it was she or Cindy who was more teased by the action was undetermined.

“You should call them back,” Cindy said, leaning down onto her elbow to gently finger the bandage on Lindsay’s temple, her face hovering mere centimeters away. “They’re probably worried about this terrible head wound.”

Debating where her hand would serve her the most, Lindsay reluctantly abandoned Cindy’s hip with one hand to take the phone from her and drop it onto the floor, then moved the hand to Cindy’s neck, leading her across the tiny expanse between them and into a kiss. After a moment, she pulled back, licking her lips.

“Have you been eating chocolate again?”

“I was starving,” Cindy semi-pouted at being found out. “Do you want me to go get you some?”

“I’m good,” Lindsay smiled, pulling Cindy’s head down again.

Cindy lifted up off of Lindsay’s hips. It was a loss of contact Lindsay would have bemoaned, if Cindy weren’t doing it for the purpose of pulling the covers from between their bodies. When Cindy returned to her position, her very nude lower half was pressed very firmly against Lindsay’s, giving Lindsay a pleasant, instantaneous escape from her senses.

Lindsay’s hand trailed from Cindy’s neck to join the other at the bottom of Cindy’s t-shirt, and Cindy pulled back just enough to let the t-shirt slide up between them and move over her head, then returned to her place, spreading out down the length of Lindsay’s body, her skin pressing to Lindsay’s everywhere. Her hands came to Lindsay’s face, and her lips nipped and licked Lindsay’s into total willing submission, so that when she finally kissed down over Lindsay’s chin and throat, all Lindsay could do was sigh and accept every kiss and caress offered her.

If forced to consider the last time she was so acquiescent with another human being, she couldn’t possibly remember, but what that meant was something to think about at any other time. At the moment, Cindy was giving her plenty to keep her mind occupied. The smooth slide of Cindy’s body against hers, the wet path she was leaving down her chest and stomach, the thick red hair trailing over her skin, the fingernails raking lightly down her sides, which of these things was most persuasive was impossible to say, but by the time Cindy’s hand moved to her thigh, Lindsay automatically moved it aside for her.

Cindy’s warm skin molded to the inside of her thighs, her hair brushed across Lindsay’s lower abdomen, and then a rush of semi-cool air nearly made Lindsay jump. The night before, Lindsay had learned that Cindy didn’t have *much* of a teasing streak, but she did have her moments, like this one. Torturous as it was, Lindsay fought the desire to squirm or put her hand on Cindy’s head to lead it where she wanted it, because the other thing she had learned was that every time Cindy prolonged, even for the briefest of moments, she made up for it ten-fold. It was worth a little torment for the ensuing payoff.

From the time she felt Cindy’s hot mouth finally on her, Lindsay knew that this time would be no different. It was a slow, sensual, overwhelming voyage. There was no rush. Whenever they started to close in on the end, Cindy would alter their course for the express purpose of making it last. Minutes, or was it hours?, later, body tensed and aching in the sweetest way, and decidedly light-headed, Lindsay did finally move her hand to Cindy’s head, hoping to convey the message that any further detours may, in fact, be the cause of serious, irreversible damage. She needed. And she needed now. Cindy’s reaction of speeding ahead to their ultimate destination proved yet again that she was also an expert on when not to tease.

Lindsay’s breath hitched in her throat, her head burrowed into the pillow beneath it, her heel dug frantically into Cindy’s mattress, and her hand clutched harder than she meant it to in Cindy’s hair. When she was subsequently lying there, gasping and immobile, Cindy’s hand moved to hers to pry it from the death grip it had taken up.

“Um… ow,” she quietly said once she’d removed the vise.

“I’m sorry,” Lindsay managed.

Cindy’s response to the apology was to suck two of the responsible fingers deep into her mouth, releasing them slowly, then directing her attentions up Lindsay’s hand to her wrist, starting a trek back up Lindsay’s body nearly as slow as the one she had taken down it. There didn’t seem to be a speck of skin she wasn’t planning to kiss along Lindsay’s torso and arms on the way. It would have taken even longer if Lindsay didn’t get tired of waiting for her and tug Cindy upward. Her hands on Cindy’s cheeks pulled Cindy’s lips to hers and she lightly sampled the tempting indulgence before dropping her head back down on the pillow, still struggling for breath.

“Give me three minutes and you are so getting that back,” she promised.

‘It’s not a debt Linds,” Cindy said with a light laugh. “But considering you have been more than fair all night, if it were, I’d know that you’re good for it.”

“I don’t know if I could possibly be as good at it.”

And she didn’t do undeserved flattery.

“Oh, I think you’re…” Cindy stopped suddenly, a mischievous look on her face, “…right.”

Lindsay lifted her head weakly to watch the smile play across Cindy’s lips.

“You are absolutely right. But I think, with enough patient, diligent practice, it’s possible you might come close. I’m willing to offer myself up for your use whenever you need me.”

“Yeah?” Lindsay asked casually

Her arms wrapped around Cindy, and she flipped her onto her back, settling her body in between Cindy’s legs in one seamless movement.

“Thought you needed three minutes,” Cindy breathed, clearly surprised by the sudden reposition.

“Never underestimate the power of proper motivation.”